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As the fire licks, I can hear the time delay. The pain of ectsacy, The erotic decay The driving force of panic can always bring on hunger And I stare at the wreckage and look about in wonder. Here they lie, the slain. Their minds torn open, Their hopes have run off, the dreams are now broken We all spy the pestilance as it spills out of your mouth, We all fear the radiance as you run around, devout Do you see the painful truth crawling in your eyes Can you feel the illusions, grand, as they mold the lies. But look! The society that puts them there gladly takes them out But look! They wait until your death, Until you're in the ground And then comes the clown, to pummel you with laughter He comes in colors that we all shall soon be after The sight, it sometimes sickens us, pushing us to madness But never does it throw us upon our elder sadness Now we lay alone together, cinderfelt and bruised Crushed by the aftermath of those we tried to use And now we lay alone together, thinking, ' Why just us?' When all of life lays alone, thinking the same as us.